Since there were no real women on board the ship, we cabbies would be deluged with men who wanted to dance with us in the place of women. They would call us by girlish names, making them up, if we didn’t do that for ourselves. …She called me Arrathee all through the makeup session she inflicted on me. A guard stood ready to beat on me in the walkway, as she, Gennee, painted my trembling face, making my eyes as vivid as hers, my cheeks as red as hers, and my face as pale and glowingly soft and womanly as hers.
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